Echelon

That title has nothing to do with anything, so don't think too hard about it. So much for a stable schedule. Just when I thought things were working their way into something solid, the schedule decides to get jumble-icious. All for the better, I suppose. Too solid and I'd get even more bored there than I already am. At least there are a couple people there who aren't completely xenophobic. I wouldn't call them friends yet, but they're cool. Wouldn't mind spending a day with 'em. Not much new to report otherwise. Day in, day out, things are the same as ever. Nothing happens in this town. Wait, I shouldn't say stuff like that. Knowing my luck something will happen (and not good, if past experience is any indication). *shudder* I Hope I didn't jinx myself (or others) by saying that.

People always ask other people, "Where do you see yourself in five years?". I never could answer questions like that. I can't plan that far ahead. I, however, am surprised by where I am now. Even back then, I would never have guessed that I'd be where I am now. Which also is a tad disappointing in a way, but that's another story for another day. It does drive home the point that all of our plans are for moot. While I don't read into that saying fully, it reminds people that you basically can't see things coming until they're right on top of you.

Strange how quickly you can go from having boundless energy to completely dog tired. In the blink of an eye, really. Too much to consider and not enough time to do it. Ah, well. I should go to sleep. It's getting early.

Drawl

Well. I guess you could say a lot has happened. Compared to how "much" goes on with me, however, it's still not all that much. I did get that job at Wal-Mart. While it's not much and the pay is much lower than what I was used to, it's still a job. It's easy work, and the days seem to go by a little fast. I don't see myself staying there any longer than a year at most. I don't love the job, but I don't hate it, either. I do know that it's not very fulfilling. I mean, I feel as though my being there accomplishes nothing. A job is a job, though and as it stands I have little right to complain about it.

I've just spent an hour staring into space trying to think of what to type up next. If it's taken me that long, then I'll just turn in for now. Again, not much has happened at all. Huzzah for double time, though. I had to work on Labor Day.

Catalog

Well, I had a job interview the other day. Sure, it's with Wal-Mart (personally, I was aiming for something else), but a job's a job. I'm in no position to simply turn them down. I've already went through both their preliminary and secondary interview plus a drug test. According to my sisters, who both work there by the way, for all intents and purposes that should mean I have the job. Because this isn't exactly the job I was looking for, I'm not really all that excited. I need a job though, so I can't complain. Otherwise, things are the same as they always are. Heat, humidity, lack of rain. I'm not sure, but I think it's been a full three weeks since it has rained here. And I think I've run out of things to put in this one...

Barge

Words...

Never there when I'm about to type up something. Ah, well...

Accountant

(Unrelated stuff regarding look of other blog site). As for the title of this one, it's a new project. Starting with this one and for the next 25 entries, I'll be picking a random word for the title. Each starting with the next letter in the alphabet. Today is "A". Next entry will be "B" and so on. My birthday has come and gone with little fuss. I was surprised at the amount of people that showed up for the party. Sure, it was a double party, but incidentally, my friend has the same birthday I do. With the staggering heat (it got up to at least 103 Fahrenheit) not much could be done outdoors or in, so everyone just gathered around and talked. Because of the heat, there was a lot of cake left, but no ice cream at all. Anything liquid was quickly gone as well.

Enough about the foodstuffs, though. The job hunt is not going very well. The few interviews I get, I either never get called back or (politely, at the least) turned down. I'm not quite sure why, though my appearance may or may not be a factor. For those who don't know, my hair goes nearly to my waist. It used to be longer than that, but I gave it a trim recently. I'm thinking that might be the reason why. It's likely just paranoia or some sort of overreaction, but I am frazzled enough to seriously consider cutting it completely. Not the shaved head thing, but short. If I'm right (can't be sure) then chopping it might be a necessity, although I know more than a few people who would be less than happy if I did. In fact, they'd be much more than unhappy. Weird that my hair is my biggest ordeal at the moment. A year ago at this time, it was fretting over bills and car insurance that never seemed to drop in price despite my good record.

Speaking of cars, mine has hit the fan again. The brakes were acting up as usual and I was nearly out of gas, so I let it sit for a couple weeks. To my surprise the battery died while it was sitting there. It was a new battery, too. So gas, battery, and new brakes (possibly new wheels) along with a myriad of tiny but potentially large problems. There is no way I have the money to get that done. I'm not going to ask for favors either. I owe enough to people as it is now. I've been typing this since about 6:30. It's been over an hour. As you can tell, it takes me a long time to think of coherent banter. Which is somewhat of a contradictory term in and of itself.

Headlines

Maybe I should have made an entry when I got back from the trip (the 10th, is when I got back). It was good to get out of state for a few days. Being cooped up in one place for too long does the same thing to anyone. Regarding the job hunt, I basically have been forced to go for the places that are sure shots. The problem with those "sure shots" stems from the fact that they are all places I wouldn't even consider going to in the first place. For example; Wal-Mart, restaurants, or even my old job. If it must be done, though....

That aside, things are back to how they were before the trip. Having had time to unwind, though, I've gone back to indifference instead of frustration or boredom (bad grammar on this sentence?). At least I know my spelling is good this time. The web browser on this computer has magically gained a spell-checker. Much in the same way mine had before. This computer, however, won't be giving out anytime soon.

A project I was thinking about seeing through, I've had to re-shelve. Well, I didn't have to. I just kinda stopped. Reestablishing old ties takes more work than I would have thought. I'm not saying I'm not up for it, I think it would work a little better if I had more to talk about, though. This drought period isn't a good topic to start with. So's I figure I just wait until things are back on track. Then again, there's probably a reason why I haven't kept in contact with said old contacts. But, whatever. I'll concern myself with it only if I need to.

P.S. I have much more albums on hand than my entries may lead you to believe. The only reason why I repeat so many is that they've stuck in my head and I repeat them until something else pops in mind. Those pops are usually something that I've been repeating before, though. It's a strange loop.

Pluh

It appears I've been turned down for that job I applied for. I suppose that it might be a good thing, though. If it worked out the way I thought it would have, then I wouldn't have been able to go this weekend since I likely would have been either in training, or at least in orientation. Not gonna concern myself about it, for now. I'll just resume the job hunt next week once I get back from the Minnesota trip. Meh. I thought I was going to go into a long ramblathon, but I got nothing. Ah, well.